Sealing the mountain, sacrificing to heaven.
At these words, Helian Bo's cheeks twitched. He was unwilling, but the wound tearing at his shoulder was agonizing. He didn't have the courage to refuse. The high priest, holding the Tuyuhun's golden royal seal, had fallen into complete fanaticism.
The era when Tuyuhun reigned was the most prosperous period in the Western Regions in hundreds of years. The various kings did not miss that era, but these priests all yearned for it. He looked at the various kings, looking at the general from the Central Plains before him.
Should he heed and help these kings, the khan,
or this fierce general who charged chaos with just a few thousand men?
The bloodstains still hadn't dried on the battle halberd.
After a moment of hesitation, his movements became incredibly swift and without hesitation.
